A Tragic Honesty, Iconoclast Books, Ketchum, Idaho

My kids, when my husband died, they lost him, but they also lost me to some degree—and not because I had the luxury of lying in bed for six weeks and shutting the world out and mourning or whatever. They lost me because the day after his funeral, I was back at work. I had no choice. I had four sets of eyes looking at me going, "we’re hungry, and what’s going on today?"

Again, where’s the line between business and personal? It wasn’t like a job I could call in sick to for another couple of weeks, it was my livelihood, and I had major decisions to make. … If I lose the store, I lose my house, too. There is no line when you own your own business.